but then you see this movie with its unapologetic archetypes done very well

there’s something intensely satisfying about the idea of Rey and Ben as archetypal, mythological virgins, who were isolated and hurting and cursed for all their lonely years, before finally finding each other in equal innocence.

and it’s strange because this would have unfortunate implications in more realistic fiction, but because Star Wars is archetypal myth, there’s only this striking primordial resonance to it.

They helped to free each other of the traumatic curses that bound them to their developmentally halted childhoods - her endless childhood waiting, his endless childhood torment. They were waiting for each other so they could step forward into adulthood together. Don’t touch me, I’m too tender…